This blog exists purely as a place for me to dump random links and thoughts I have rather than emailing them to my friends. It'll have large amounts of inside jokes. Also there will probably be times when I write "you" or refer to an email. Just pretend that you are reading an email to you. If you don't know me you likely won't find anything here interesting. If you do know me you also will not find anything here interesting.

Since I now work for a boutique van line doing high-end executive moves,
all of my work is what we call pack and load. That means I’m
responsible for the job from beginning to end. My crew and I will pack
every carton and load every piece. On a full-service pack and load, the
shipper will do nothing. I had one last summer that was more or less
typical: The shipper was a mining executive moving from Connecticut to
Vancouver. I showed up in the morning with my crew of five veteran
movers; the shipper said hello, finished his coffee, loaded his family
into a limousine, and left for the airport. My crew then washed the
breakfast dishes and spent the next seventeen hours packing everything
in the house into cartons and loading the truck. At destination, another
crew unpacked all the cartons and placed everything where the shipper
wanted it, including dishes and stemware back into the breakfront. We
even made the beds. We’re paid to do all this, of course, and this guy’s
move cost his company $60,000. That move filled up my entire trailer
and included his car. It was all I could do to fit the whole load on
without leaving anything behind, but I managed it. I do remember having
to put a stack of pads and a couple of dollies in my sleeper, though.